There must be something special about this band that makes their fans so dedicated.
I have a painting for Craig Mabbitt, but when we get to the venue they want you to pay for their Meet & Greet signing at the end of the show, which is something I just refuse to do. I figure that they’d be happy to have original artwork from me, so I’m never going to pay to give it to them.
My lovely and beautiful assistant, a rabid Mabbitt fan, (who requested me to do the art in the first place)
dives into the mosh pit and manages to get dead center in front of him during the set. As Craig jumps off the stage into the crowd, she's one of the people who catches him (see photo, taken just before the dive – she’s the one wearing the Pierce The Veil shirt). As he sings, held up by the crowd, she's right there, holding his hand and singing along.
I can't very well do the mosh pit thing when I have a painting in my bag, so I'm watching from the side of the stage in a spot where I can't get crushed. At the end of the set she comes towards me, eyeliner streaked down her face and her perfectly straightened hair looking like a lion's mane…
First words out of her mouth: "I touched Craig Mabbitt’s butt. I can die now."
Me: "Don’t you want to meet him, Monte and Robert? We can crash the M&G, like we always do?"
A: "No, I don’t need to meet him right now. I held his hand, I held his thigh. And I look like a mess, anyway. And I can’t stop crying – I was singing the lyrics and crying the whole time."
So apparently Craig Mabbitt has the power to turn girls into emotional jello.
Me: "It’s good, it’s all good. We’ll meet him next time in person. By then I will have finished Monte and Robert and Max." Maybe I need an assistant who’s not as star-struck by certain people, but it's her enthusiasm to meet her heroes that makes it all fun.
There's something about concerts that never goes as expected.
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